Bang! (3/?)
Title: Bang! (3/?)
Author: eternitybreaks orton_fics
Pairing: Iker Casillas and David Beckham
Fandom: Football (RPS) / AU
Plot: Iker is a DCI for the London Metropolitan Police and he is called in to investigate a murder, which David happens to be the victim and the number one suspect.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3,000
Notes: BECKS WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ARTIST. SOMEONE WRITE AN AU OF BECKS AS A SKETCH ARTIST AND IKER AS A POLICEMAN - rebelstrike21 (P.s. not proof read). Not the best of chapters but yeah kind of wanted to move this along.
Chapters: Part 1 | Part 2
“So how did it go?” Asked Lisa as Iker returned to the police station, he jerked his head to the left indicating to her to follow him into his office. Lisa closed the door behind them as Iker sat in his desk chair and leaned back sighing.
“The club has a part to play in it for sure,” Iker said picking up a pen a bad habit he had when he became fidgety.
“How’s that then?”
“The ashtray found at the crime scene was the same as the ones lined at up the club,” Lisa raised her eyebrows and nodded.
“Did you get a good look at them?”
“No, but I am pretty sure they’re the same ones. I met the owner of the club and what I gather is her lackey.”
“What do you think?”
“I think the club is the focal point here and whilst I don’t think the owner has anything to do with it...”
“Why?” Prodded Lisa, “I mean she’s the owner maybe Martin had something on her.”
Iker shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t feel like she has anything to do with it.”
Lisa laughed, “Man how good looking was she?” Iker’s pen fell and he felt his face flush red, “That’s out of order.” Lisa stopped laughing and looked down nodding her head, “Of course sir I apologise. I was only joking but it was inappropriate,” Lisa said fully chastised.
Iker leaned back against his chair and sighed, “I need back into the club.”
Lisa nodded, “You need back up boss?”
Iker shook his head, “No” he said Lisa rose and left his office. Iker leaned his head against his leather chair and closed his eyes. The case was headed for day three and he was exhausted. He got up and left the station needing a few hours of sleep before tackling the club later that evening.
-
Iker could hear a faint buzzing and he burrowed into his covers as he tried so hard to ignore the chime. He finally gave up and groped for his mobile phone which he had thrown to the left side of his king size bed.
“Yes?” he mumbled into the phone not caring at how unprofessional it sounded.
“Mr. Casillas?” said a faint voice. Iker blinked hard and slowly sat up letting his muscles seize and then relax.
“Yes?”
“It’s David.”
“David you okay?”
“Um...I’m back home but...”
“Your locks are changed aren’t they?” Asked Iker yawning as silently as possible, he looked over at his clock and it read 5:50PM he had slept for a few hours.
“Yes...thank you. I was just wondering has there been any progress,” David sounded exhausted and Iker felt a pang of sympathy for the poor kid.
“We’re still going with all the leads we’re generating.”
“Does that mean you can’t tell me?”
Iker smiled, “Sorry kiddo I don’t want to give anyone false hope but we are trying our best.”
“No. I know you are...I just wondered if I helped at all?”
“Yes,” Iker said simply.
“Okay.”
“Look I’m headed back to the station but how about we meet tomorrow. I can come over to your place and make sure everything is secure.”
“I’m okay they have officers outside,” mumbled David.
“In any case,” said Iker.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Iker hung up and got out of bed it was time to call into the station update his team on his whereabouts, eat and then get ready for the club.
-
Iker took his own car to the club not wanting this to be a business call (even though it was). He had to go around a few times until a spot opened up on the street. Paying his ticket for his car he headed towards the club. The club looked brilliant at night as Iker had predicted, with lines of people waiting to get it. A few of his colleagues had told him the place was pretty good with a good crowd of people that didn’t border on too young or too old. The line seemed to wrap itself around the back-end of the club. Iker had no time to stand in the queue. He approached the bouncer and showed him his ID. The man was tall and thin but he looked like he worked security for most of his life, he stared at Iker with raised eyebrows.
Iker refrained from saying anything letting the macho bullshit play away. He knew the guy would let him through even if Iker was there on the down-low. Finally the man nodded and Iker walked passed him refraining from rolling his eyebrows. He figured the guy probably tried to become a police officer and it hadn’t stuck. Typical.
The club looked both elegant and funky inside with people dancing, milling about with what seemed like decent music. The place was large enough that people weren’t standing on each other’s shoulders. Iker liked that it looked like someone wanted a fun place for people to be in without the horridness of dance clubs.
Iker approached the bar and waited until he could be served, a woman tapped him on his arm and he looked down as she swung softly on her bar stool. The woman looked Iker up and down her intent obvious; he wore black jeans, biker boots, white t-shirt and a soft black chino jacket. He never dressed anyway other than who he was; comfort above all. The woman was pretty with her blonde hair swept on top of her head, red lipstick and a black tight dress showing all her ‘worldly’ assets.
“Hi sweetie,” she said seductively. On any other night Iker would have smirked and took her back home and rocked her world. Tonight he was preoccupied, he was about to answer when the cute bartender approached him with a smile.
“What would you like Sir,” the kid said with a bright smile. Iker wondered if there was a hotness level entry for this club.
“Sparking water please,” the kid nodded and grabbed a bottle from the fridge behind, “Glass?” Iker shook his head and the kid popped the lid and handed it over, “That’ll be four fifty.” The charge was murderous for water but Iker handed a fiver and waved his hand indicting to leave the change. He popped another fiver into the tip jar which the kid smiled at before moving along.
“So...” the woman said.
“Sorry not interested,” Iker said rather coldly. Bar hook ups where great for a quick fumble when you wanted them. When the time wasn’t right (or the person) a cold put down was needed. The woman huffed and vacated her seat which Iker took. The ashtrays or apparently the peanut holders were the exact same ones that were found at David’s flat. Iker had taken a closer look at the crime scene photographs and saw a small gold infinity band placed at the bottom of the ashtray. The same ones decorated the ones lined on the bar. The maker of these ashtrays used different symbols for their work indicating a different line; much like a different season. Lisa had found that only Up!Down had bought these ashtrays as they were a thousand pound each; and twenty lined the very long bar. Iker was pretty sure there were more somewhere else as Lisa pulled a purchase quantity from the supplier and found the club had bought fifty.
“Mr. Casillas back again I see,” Iker looked over and Rova stood behind him with a slight smile on her face. The woman looked gorgeous in a tight red dress and her dark hair flowing over her shoulders.
“The place is great,” he said before standing up and kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you, I’m glad you think so a lot of work went into this place and I’m glad it finally paid off.”
“So I believe business is good then,” Iker watched as Rova looked around her club, “Yes sir.” Iker smiled and she grinned at him.
“I’m headed to the second floor, would you like to head up with me?” Iker nodded and Rova lead the way. Iker appreciated the woman’s beauty but he was hoping for exactly this invite. Rova took him up to the second floor which he figured was the V.I.P area. The bodyguard nodded at Rova as she and Iker moved past him into a closed off area. Rova pulled back the curtain and Iker entered as she closed it back again. The room was a circular shape and it was made like a glass house. A round table sat in the middle with a ringed couch against the glass. The same ashtray sat in the middle.
“The glass is one-way we can see but they can’t,” said Rova pointing at her customers, “A good place to look over my business.”
“Smart,” Iker said sitting down. Rova sat across him as he faced away from the crowd.
“I’m impressed with how you made this place a hit. A street filled with clubs is tough competition.”
Rova nodded, “Indeed it is - I’m not going to lie I had a lot of help from my ex-husband.”
“Oh,” laughed Iker.
“We didn’t match on the personal side much but he’s a good business man.”
“That’s good - I mean I’m sure the break-up was hard but being civil enough to still work alongside each other is a good thing.” Iker needed to keep his questions natural he tried to curb is interrogation voice.
“He’s not a partner but he got paid for his work, he’s a good man a little possessive but knows his work.”
“I can see why,” said Iker as Rova laughed, “You flatter me.”
“I remember Martin asking me why we broke up,” she laughed, “Martin loved him.”
“You never mentioned that before?”
“I didn’t think I needed too. Juan isn’t even in the country hasn’t been in the country for three months.”
“Sorry,” Iker replied tensely, “I thought he was around.”
“If he was believe me Juan would have been here helping us find out what happened to Martin.”
“Have you told him?”
Rova shook her head, “No - he truly cared for Martin and I didn’t want to tell him over the phone you know. Plus his number is defunct right now, the man travels a lot so even if I wanted too I couldn't get through to him."
"A businessman with no means of communication?"
Rova laughed, "I know it's odd, but Juan had always been an odd case."
"I do apologise Rova I didn't mean to ask you personal questions."
"Oh please - it was me who started the line of questioning anyway. In any case would you like me to get some drinks?"
Iker shook his head, "I got a full one here."
"Excuse me then I'm going to grab myself a drink, I hope you don't mind."
"Not all, do you want me to go get you one?" Asked Ike politely.
Rova waved her hand, You’re my guest I’ll be back in a few minutes."
Rova got up and left their little area. Rova’s clutch sat on the seat and Iker waited a few seconds before getting up and grabbing the bag. He popped it open and pulled her phone out and scrolled down her contact list.
Juan Garzia
Iker put her phone and bag back where they were and pulled out his phone:
Iker: The man we might be looking for is Juan Garzia. He may be the man Martin was fighting with.
Iker hit send and waited for Lisa’s reply:
Lisa: ok boss on it.
Rova came back in after a few minutes holding a glass with amber liquid init, “Even being the boss means I can’t cut the line.” Iker forced a laugh. Iker made small chit-chat with Rova until his phone cut him off. He apologised to Rova and picked up his phone.
“I got some stuff on this guy.” Lisa said and he could hear ringing phones in the background.
“You ok mum?” Yeah...okay no worries I’ll get them for you. No mum it’s fine. Ok. Love you. Bye.”
“Your mother...,” asked Rova.
Iker rolled his eyes, “Yeah my mum fell a few days ago twisted an ankle so she’s all needy right now. She wants ice-cream,” he said laughing.
Rova laughed too, “Well don’t keep her waiting then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be just promise you’ll pop by again.”
“I will.”
-
Iker made his way into his office after being stuck in traffic for over thirty minutes. He was pissed as hell but when he walked past the conference room he saw Lisa sitting inside. Bypassing his office he pushed the glass door and walked in.
“Sorry Lisa bloody traffic at the centre,” Lisa nodded and pushed a few pages at Iker as he sat down next to her.
“You said the lady said Juan Garzia was out of town?”
“Yeah, Rova said a few months.”
“Lie. Mr. Garzia was in the UK for a week at a time over the last few months. His travel report shows that he was in the UK the week Martin died.”
“Possible if Rova didn’t know this?”
Lisa shrugged her shoulders, “Could be but if he was in her club then how couldn’t she have known?”
Iker nodded his head, “We need those security cameras from the club.”
“I think so too and get Mr. Garzia back on British soil.”
"Do you know where he is right now?"
"Brazil so far apparently he's been there for a few days. He flew out the night Martin was murdered."
Iker raised his eyebrows, "Looks like we might have a runner."
"I think so too," said Lisa.
"Get the team and get them to work with the Brazilian police force. Not sure if they'll help but we need him back here. Get the club's security footage as well. I'm going to keep Rova a little chummy she was married to the man, she doesn't seem to have any animosity towards him s she could try and help him."
"No worries boss looks like we're making some leeway here." Iker nodded it was day four and they finally had a significant lead.
-
A murder case meant working pretty much 24/7 but Iker needed sleep and needed to check up on David. He returned home near enough two in the morning and was up and ready again by nine in the morning. A phone call to Lisa has told him she’d be arriving at the club for around ten; so Iker sent a quick message to David and made his way over to his house. The morning rush was hectic and if there was one thing more than murder Iker hated it was traffic. Finally he arrived at David’s house and found a police car sitting outside. Iker nodded at the guys inside and made his way up the stairwell and pushed the bell.
David pulled open the door his dirty blond hair all awry, shirtless with black boxers on as he blinked sleepily at Iker. Iker stifled a laugh as he watched David gaze at him probably still asleep.
“You okay kid?”
David nodded and continued to sleepily stare at Iker. Iker smiled and pushed open the door and grabbed David’s arm and pushed him back in, locking the door behind him. Iker slipped an arm around David’s waist and ushered him into his living room which looked like a bomb hit it.
He pushed David gently back on his rackety old couch and watched the kid crawl into a foetal position.
“I think I drank too much,” murmured David.
“You drink much?”
“Never,” Iker sighed and leaned down and felt David’s head. He was a little hot so he went into the kitchen and tried to find some pain killers and a clean glass. David’s home had an eccentric look to it, but now it was unkempt and bluntly a pig sty.
“Dinking yourself into oblivion isn’t going to help you,” said Iker propping David up and handing him the pills. David popped them into his mouth and reached for the water in Iker’s hand and took a huge gulp.
“What does it matter what I do now? I’m living in a house where my best friend died, you’d think I’d get a free pass in drinking a bit.”
“Not if you’re passing out...”
“What do you want? I have nothing and no one. I’m living in a nightmare and you’re giving me a pep talk. Save it Mr. Casillas and go and solve the damn case.”
Iker raised his eyebrows and watched David get up shakily and push past him. He heard David thump up the stairs and followed him - he didn’t want the kid to break his neck. He could hear banging in a room to his left and wandered in and watched David throw clothes all around the room. Then David suddenly pulled of his boxers and turned around and glared at Iker.
Iker felt himself flush a little as David stood in his birthday suit, “Um...”
“What? Never seen a dick before,” huffed David and then pushed past Iker again. Iker had no idea what was happening but he realised that a hung-over David was feisty. Iker heard water running and followed the sound and into the bathroom. Iker watched David stand under the shower, the kid had a beautiful body he was lean, with beautiful smooth skin and an arse to die for. Iker rubbed his eyes and sighed, “I think we have a lead David, I don’t want to get your hopes up though.”
David turned around and blinked at Iker lazily, “The next time you come here Mr Casillas either bring me the person who killed Martin, or fuck me to the inch of my life until I forget that he’s dead. Other than that I want you to get out.”
David tuned back around and Iker felt his whole body flush, he quickly backtracked and walked down the stairs and let himself out. Taking a deep breath Iker looked back up at the house, Martin’s death had changed David and Iker didn’t know if it was for the better.
Author: eternitybreaks orton_fics
Pairing: Iker Casillas and David Beckham
Fandom: Football (RPS) / AU
Plot: Iker is a DCI for the London Metropolitan Police and he is called in to investigate a murder, which David happens to be the victim and the number one suspect.
Rating: PG-13
Words: 3,000
Notes: BECKS WOULD HAVE BEEN AN ARTIST. SOMEONE WRITE AN AU OF BECKS AS A SKETCH ARTIST AND IKER AS A POLICEMAN - rebelstrike21 (P.s. not proof read). Not the best of chapters but yeah kind of wanted to move this along.
Chapters: Part 1 | Part 2
“So how did it go?” Asked Lisa as Iker returned to the police station, he jerked his head to the left indicating to her to follow him into his office. Lisa closed the door behind them as Iker sat in his desk chair and leaned back sighing.
“The club has a part to play in it for sure,” Iker said picking up a pen a bad habit he had when he became fidgety.
“How’s that then?”
“The ashtray found at the crime scene was the same as the ones lined at up the club,” Lisa raised her eyebrows and nodded.
“Did you get a good look at them?”
“No, but I am pretty sure they’re the same ones. I met the owner of the club and what I gather is her lackey.”
“What do you think?”
“I think the club is the focal point here and whilst I don’t think the owner has anything to do with it...”
“Why?” Prodded Lisa, “I mean she’s the owner maybe Martin had something on her.”
Iker shook his head, “I don’t know. I don’t feel like she has anything to do with it.”
Lisa laughed, “Man how good looking was she?” Iker’s pen fell and he felt his face flush red, “That’s out of order.” Lisa stopped laughing and looked down nodding her head, “Of course sir I apologise. I was only joking but it was inappropriate,” Lisa said fully chastised.
Iker leaned back against his chair and sighed, “I need back into the club.”
Lisa nodded, “You need back up boss?”
Iker shook his head, “No” he said Lisa rose and left his office. Iker leaned his head against his leather chair and closed his eyes. The case was headed for day three and he was exhausted. He got up and left the station needing a few hours of sleep before tackling the club later that evening.
-
Iker could hear a faint buzzing and he burrowed into his covers as he tried so hard to ignore the chime. He finally gave up and groped for his mobile phone which he had thrown to the left side of his king size bed.
“Yes?” he mumbled into the phone not caring at how unprofessional it sounded.
“Mr. Casillas?” said a faint voice. Iker blinked hard and slowly sat up letting his muscles seize and then relax.
“Yes?”
“It’s David.”
“David you okay?”
“Um...I’m back home but...”
“Your locks are changed aren’t they?” Asked Iker yawning as silently as possible, he looked over at his clock and it read 5:50PM he had slept for a few hours.
“Yes...thank you. I was just wondering has there been any progress,” David sounded exhausted and Iker felt a pang of sympathy for the poor kid.
“We’re still going with all the leads we’re generating.”
“Does that mean you can’t tell me?”
Iker smiled, “Sorry kiddo I don’t want to give anyone false hope but we are trying our best.”
“No. I know you are...I just wondered if I helped at all?”
“Yes,” Iker said simply.
“Okay.”
“Look I’m headed back to the station but how about we meet tomorrow. I can come over to your place and make sure everything is secure.”
“I’m okay they have officers outside,” mumbled David.
“In any case,” said Iker.
“Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Iker hung up and got out of bed it was time to call into the station update his team on his whereabouts, eat and then get ready for the club.
-
Iker took his own car to the club not wanting this to be a business call (even though it was). He had to go around a few times until a spot opened up on the street. Paying his ticket for his car he headed towards the club. The club looked brilliant at night as Iker had predicted, with lines of people waiting to get it. A few of his colleagues had told him the place was pretty good with a good crowd of people that didn’t border on too young or too old. The line seemed to wrap itself around the back-end of the club. Iker had no time to stand in the queue. He approached the bouncer and showed him his ID. The man was tall and thin but he looked like he worked security for most of his life, he stared at Iker with raised eyebrows.
Iker refrained from saying anything letting the macho bullshit play away. He knew the guy would let him through even if Iker was there on the down-low. Finally the man nodded and Iker walked passed him refraining from rolling his eyebrows. He figured the guy probably tried to become a police officer and it hadn’t stuck. Typical.
The club looked both elegant and funky inside with people dancing, milling about with what seemed like decent music. The place was large enough that people weren’t standing on each other’s shoulders. Iker liked that it looked like someone wanted a fun place for people to be in without the horridness of dance clubs.
Iker approached the bar and waited until he could be served, a woman tapped him on his arm and he looked down as she swung softly on her bar stool. The woman looked Iker up and down her intent obvious; he wore black jeans, biker boots, white t-shirt and a soft black chino jacket. He never dressed anyway other than who he was; comfort above all. The woman was pretty with her blonde hair swept on top of her head, red lipstick and a black tight dress showing all her ‘worldly’ assets.
“Hi sweetie,” she said seductively. On any other night Iker would have smirked and took her back home and rocked her world. Tonight he was preoccupied, he was about to answer when the cute bartender approached him with a smile.
“What would you like Sir,” the kid said with a bright smile. Iker wondered if there was a hotness level entry for this club.
“Sparking water please,” the kid nodded and grabbed a bottle from the fridge behind, “Glass?” Iker shook his head and the kid popped the lid and handed it over, “That’ll be four fifty.” The charge was murderous for water but Iker handed a fiver and waved his hand indicting to leave the change. He popped another fiver into the tip jar which the kid smiled at before moving along.
“So...” the woman said.
“Sorry not interested,” Iker said rather coldly. Bar hook ups where great for a quick fumble when you wanted them. When the time wasn’t right (or the person) a cold put down was needed. The woman huffed and vacated her seat which Iker took. The ashtrays or apparently the peanut holders were the exact same ones that were found at David’s flat. Iker had taken a closer look at the crime scene photographs and saw a small gold infinity band placed at the bottom of the ashtray. The same ones decorated the ones lined on the bar. The maker of these ashtrays used different symbols for their work indicating a different line; much like a different season. Lisa had found that only Up!Down had bought these ashtrays as they were a thousand pound each; and twenty lined the very long bar. Iker was pretty sure there were more somewhere else as Lisa pulled a purchase quantity from the supplier and found the club had bought fifty.
“Mr. Casillas back again I see,” Iker looked over and Rova stood behind him with a slight smile on her face. The woman looked gorgeous in a tight red dress and her dark hair flowing over her shoulders.
“The place is great,” he said before standing up and kissing her on the cheek.
“Thank you, I’m glad you think so a lot of work went into this place and I’m glad it finally paid off.”
“So I believe business is good then,” Iker watched as Rova looked around her club, “Yes sir.” Iker smiled and she grinned at him.
“I’m headed to the second floor, would you like to head up with me?” Iker nodded and Rova lead the way. Iker appreciated the woman’s beauty but he was hoping for exactly this invite. Rova took him up to the second floor which he figured was the V.I.P area. The bodyguard nodded at Rova as she and Iker moved past him into a closed off area. Rova pulled back the curtain and Iker entered as she closed it back again. The room was a circular shape and it was made like a glass house. A round table sat in the middle with a ringed couch against the glass. The same ashtray sat in the middle.
“The glass is one-way we can see but they can’t,” said Rova pointing at her customers, “A good place to look over my business.”
“Smart,” Iker said sitting down. Rova sat across him as he faced away from the crowd.
“I’m impressed with how you made this place a hit. A street filled with clubs is tough competition.”
Rova nodded, “Indeed it is - I’m not going to lie I had a lot of help from my ex-husband.”
“Oh,” laughed Iker.
“We didn’t match on the personal side much but he’s a good business man.”
“That’s good - I mean I’m sure the break-up was hard but being civil enough to still work alongside each other is a good thing.” Iker needed to keep his questions natural he tried to curb is interrogation voice.
“He’s not a partner but he got paid for his work, he’s a good man a little possessive but knows his work.”
“I can see why,” said Iker as Rova laughed, “You flatter me.”
“I remember Martin asking me why we broke up,” she laughed, “Martin loved him.”
“You never mentioned that before?”
“I didn’t think I needed too. Juan isn’t even in the country hasn’t been in the country for three months.”
“Sorry,” Iker replied tensely, “I thought he was around.”
“If he was believe me Juan would have been here helping us find out what happened to Martin.”
“Have you told him?”
Rova shook her head, “No - he truly cared for Martin and I didn’t want to tell him over the phone you know. Plus his number is defunct right now, the man travels a lot so even if I wanted too I couldn't get through to him."
"A businessman with no means of communication?"
Rova laughed, "I know it's odd, but Juan had always been an odd case."
"I do apologise Rova I didn't mean to ask you personal questions."
"Oh please - it was me who started the line of questioning anyway. In any case would you like me to get some drinks?"
Iker shook his head, "I got a full one here."
"Excuse me then I'm going to grab myself a drink, I hope you don't mind."
"Not all, do you want me to go get you one?" Asked Ike politely.
Rova waved her hand, You’re my guest I’ll be back in a few minutes."
Rova got up and left their little area. Rova’s clutch sat on the seat and Iker waited a few seconds before getting up and grabbing the bag. He popped it open and pulled her phone out and scrolled down her contact list.
Juan Garzia
Iker put her phone and bag back where they were and pulled out his phone:
Iker: The man we might be looking for is Juan Garzia. He may be the man Martin was fighting with.
Iker hit send and waited for Lisa’s reply:
Lisa: ok boss on it.
Rova came back in after a few minutes holding a glass with amber liquid init, “Even being the boss means I can’t cut the line.” Iker forced a laugh. Iker made small chit-chat with Rova until his phone cut him off. He apologised to Rova and picked up his phone.
“I got some stuff on this guy.” Lisa said and he could hear ringing phones in the background.
“You ok mum?” Yeah...okay no worries I’ll get them for you. No mum it’s fine. Ok. Love you. Bye.”
“Your mother...,” asked Rova.
Iker rolled his eyes, “Yeah my mum fell a few days ago twisted an ankle so she’s all needy right now. She wants ice-cream,” he said laughing.
Rova laughed too, “Well don’t keep her waiting then.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be just promise you’ll pop by again.”
“I will.”
-
Iker made his way into his office after being stuck in traffic for over thirty minutes. He was pissed as hell but when he walked past the conference room he saw Lisa sitting inside. Bypassing his office he pushed the glass door and walked in.
“Sorry Lisa bloody traffic at the centre,” Lisa nodded and pushed a few pages at Iker as he sat down next to her.
“You said the lady said Juan Garzia was out of town?”
“Yeah, Rova said a few months.”
“Lie. Mr. Garzia was in the UK for a week at a time over the last few months. His travel report shows that he was in the UK the week Martin died.”
“Possible if Rova didn’t know this?”
Lisa shrugged her shoulders, “Could be but if he was in her club then how couldn’t she have known?”
Iker nodded his head, “We need those security cameras from the club.”
“I think so too and get Mr. Garzia back on British soil.”
"Do you know where he is right now?"
"Brazil so far apparently he's been there for a few days. He flew out the night Martin was murdered."
Iker raised his eyebrows, "Looks like we might have a runner."
"I think so too," said Lisa.
"Get the team and get them to work with the Brazilian police force. Not sure if they'll help but we need him back here. Get the club's security footage as well. I'm going to keep Rova a little chummy she was married to the man, she doesn't seem to have any animosity towards him s she could try and help him."
"No worries boss looks like we're making some leeway here." Iker nodded it was day four and they finally had a significant lead.
-
A murder case meant working pretty much 24/7 but Iker needed sleep and needed to check up on David. He returned home near enough two in the morning and was up and ready again by nine in the morning. A phone call to Lisa has told him she’d be arriving at the club for around ten; so Iker sent a quick message to David and made his way over to his house. The morning rush was hectic and if there was one thing more than murder Iker hated it was traffic. Finally he arrived at David’s house and found a police car sitting outside. Iker nodded at the guys inside and made his way up the stairwell and pushed the bell.
David pulled open the door his dirty blond hair all awry, shirtless with black boxers on as he blinked sleepily at Iker. Iker stifled a laugh as he watched David gaze at him probably still asleep.
“You okay kid?”
David nodded and continued to sleepily stare at Iker. Iker smiled and pushed open the door and grabbed David’s arm and pushed him back in, locking the door behind him. Iker slipped an arm around David’s waist and ushered him into his living room which looked like a bomb hit it.
He pushed David gently back on his rackety old couch and watched the kid crawl into a foetal position.
“I think I drank too much,” murmured David.
“You drink much?”
“Never,” Iker sighed and leaned down and felt David’s head. He was a little hot so he went into the kitchen and tried to find some pain killers and a clean glass. David’s home had an eccentric look to it, but now it was unkempt and bluntly a pig sty.
“Dinking yourself into oblivion isn’t going to help you,” said Iker propping David up and handing him the pills. David popped them into his mouth and reached for the water in Iker’s hand and took a huge gulp.
“What does it matter what I do now? I’m living in a house where my best friend died, you’d think I’d get a free pass in drinking a bit.”
“Not if you’re passing out...”
“What do you want? I have nothing and no one. I’m living in a nightmare and you’re giving me a pep talk. Save it Mr. Casillas and go and solve the damn case.”
Iker raised his eyebrows and watched David get up shakily and push past him. He heard David thump up the stairs and followed him - he didn’t want the kid to break his neck. He could hear banging in a room to his left and wandered in and watched David throw clothes all around the room. Then David suddenly pulled of his boxers and turned around and glared at Iker.
Iker felt himself flush a little as David stood in his birthday suit, “Um...”
“What? Never seen a dick before,” huffed David and then pushed past Iker again. Iker had no idea what was happening but he realised that a hung-over David was feisty. Iker heard water running and followed the sound and into the bathroom. Iker watched David stand under the shower, the kid had a beautiful body he was lean, with beautiful smooth skin and an arse to die for. Iker rubbed his eyes and sighed, “I think we have a lead David, I don’t want to get your hopes up though.”
David turned around and blinked at Iker lazily, “The next time you come here Mr Casillas either bring me the person who killed Martin, or fuck me to the inch of my life until I forget that he’s dead. Other than that I want you to get out.”
David tuned back around and Iker felt his whole body flush, he quickly backtracked and walked down the stairs and let himself out. Taking a deep breath Iker looked back up at the house, Martin’s death had changed David and Iker didn’t know if it was for the better.